Which inspired me into a fit of baking. I don’t know what came over me, I haven’t baked in years.

In addition to the muffins in the foreground, please note the chocolate chip cookies on the far corner of the table.

While I was making fattening stuff to eat, Dan was out riding his bike 42 miles on the 5 borough bike tour:

I think Dan wins with prize for most energetic member of the Von Behren household. Although I think I get an honorable mention for importing about 10 generations of Bookout ancestors for my cousin JM’s family tree I’m doing for her. Unsubstantiated generations, but 10 of them nonetheless. I spent the afternoon painstakingly merging the many dupes I accidentally imported.

No news on the Jamaican trip. The database I found doesn’t take PayPal, and its credit card thingy looked sketchy. I gotta get me a money order to mail to them. Oddly enough, it’s a lady located in California. Not in Jamaica at all, as I had supposed. Sort of detracts from the authenticity. Signing off.